Know I as soon as dark's dreams begin Snared is my heart in a nightmare's gin; Never from terror I out may win; So dawn and dusk I pine, peak, thin, Scarcely beknowing t'other from which—My great grandam—She was a Witch.

to share a shelter with another

The Dog wasn′t remotely interested in the raffle even though winning the occasional fruit and vegie basket or meat tray has helped our constricted budget at times.

Loue's vshering fire Foremelting beautie, and loue's flame itselfe.